CHANGING SCENES
The road is surrounded by forest trees everywhere,
Wild creatures seen and sweet pine scent in the air,
Quietness embraces you as you drive quickly along,
Even over the engine noise you may hear a bird song.

A little further south farms and different trees are seen,
Crops growing neatly in hectors where forests had been,
Old stone farm houses built to last and stand each storm,
Where all year round a welcome both friendly and warm.

Slowly farms fade one by one, a city comes into sight
With heavier traffic and many a busy traffic light.
Struggling through crowded streets, then leave it behind
Until once again lots of farms and agriculture find.

Then at last the forest will return miles of wilderness,
I love the changing of the scenes as we travel I confess,
Driving south to the city then back to the north once more
Gives us so many change of scenes we both really adore.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson July 16, 2002